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'Cause that can't feel good just because it feels good, right? All those times when<br />
Xander went back to the apartment without Angel to be alone with Spike was<br />
because he was pulled back. Not because he just wanted Spike to do that thing with<br />
his tongue and fingers. Not just that one thing, but all those things. Spike touching<br />
him, feeling him, prolonging his orgasm so that he screamed when he finally<br />
released.<br />
It was the pull that made him do all that, need all that. Yes. The pull. Which is why<br />
I'm going to get away from Spike right now and go over there to Angel to get this<br />
thing taken care of. Then I'm going to leave this crypt, like I should have done with<br />
Buffy this morning, and let Angel deal with however he's going to deal with Spike<br />
now that he's not chained up. That's a good plan. And I'm going to execute it any<br />
minute now. Real soon. Just after Spike is done with the fingers on my nipples and<br />
the unzipping of my jeans and oh, jesus, god, touch me there, right there yes please<br />
please like that, "Ugghhhh."<br />
Okay, brain, focus. This is not about Spike. Xander could feel his Angel-scar<br />
burning and the itch was starting to spread throughout his body. It was so<br />
confusing. He had felt the itch/burn in both scars at the same time before, but right<br />
now his Spike-scar wasn't warm, or itchy, or pulsating or anything. But Spike was<br />
still touching him, making him want things, things that Angel never did. Things<br />
Xander didn't want Angel to do. He wanted Spike to do them. To do exactly what<br />
he was doing now. But he needed Angel. It should be Angel touching him right<br />
now.<br />
Xander managed to twist his head around to steal a glance toward the other corner<br />
of the crypt. Angel was standing there, one hand gripping the top of the<br />
sarcophagus, panting like a dog and looking franticly between Xander and the light<br />
that still shone on the floor. The beam of sunshine was thinner now and not quite as<br />
bright. Xander figured that if Angel did it quickly enough, he could cross it without<br />
getting singed too badly. But perhaps Angel wasn't willing to take that risk, because<br />
he didn't seem to be making any attempt to come toward them. Meant that Xander<br />
was going to have to go over there.<br />
Sure. No problem. Just got to break away from Spike. That's easily done. Uh, huh.<br />
Right. Xander brought his hands up to twist his fingers in Spike's hair as the<br />
vampire was nibbling just the right way on one of his nipples. Okay, I can do
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